Phil's Pov: Present

I'm laying in bed in my hotel room thinking back to that night nearly ten years ago. A lot has happened since then some good. some bad, and some horrible. I'd like to think of myself as a better person today because of it as I look at the figure on the side of me and I just can't help the grin forming on my face.

April 2, 2006

I was called up again which I think is a good sign that I'll be pushed to the main roster soon enough. This time though I'm gonna be apart of John Cena's entrance for the main event of Wrestlemania. I think it's a pretty big deal and it's just going to help me that much more. I along with a few other guys are backstage waiting for the the last match. We are all decked out in complete mobster attire including a fedora and right before we go out tommy gun as well.

So a bunch of us guys are walking around backstage at Wrestlemania dressed like gangsters was interesting to say the least. I was hanging out at catering when I first saw Chris Benoit. He had just gotten through with a match against JBL he looked a bit tired and something else I wasn't sure of. I just had to meet him.

In the seven years I have been wrestling I have never met him and it was now or never. I walked over to him as he was drinking a water alone at one of the tables. I was curious to know why he was by himself seeing as in my eyes he was an amazing athlete who should have swarms of marks kids like me around. I later found out why he was by himself and so apart from everyone.

"Hey you're Chris Benoit aren't you," I said silently cursing myself as that was a stupid question. "I'm Phil, Phil Brooks," I told him while I stood beside him extending my hand. I swear when he looked into my eyes he looked deep into my soul. He then looked at the vintage gangster suit I was wearing and then he looked back down to my extended hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said shaking my hand. I could tell that he wanted that to be the end of it but I guess I just wanted to keep pressing my luck.

"Great match tonight I really enjoyed it," I told him as he drank s bit of his water. I sat down in the chair across from him awaiting his response.

"Um, thanks. I really don't want to be rude but I would like too be alone." he said with such a sad heartbreaking look in his eyes.

I could tell he was trying tp hide it but I could just see it. I've always been good at reading people. I started to get up to give him his alone time but I just couldn't let it end like that. I sat right back down and I commanded attention to him with my eyes.

"Are you okay. I can see there's something bothering you." I told him as I sat my hands on the table.

"I'm ok-

"I can tell you're lying I have an excellent judge of character," I told him with a tiny smirk barely on my lips.

"Look I appreciate your-

"Daddy! Daddy!," came the shout of a very bubbly small little boy who then ran into the direction of Chris and into his lap.

Then I saw it Chris' face turned from this look of heartbreak into a beaming smile in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

"Hi Mike, hey where's Uncle Shawn," he told the little boy I guessed to be about three or four.

"Me and Uncie Shawn are playing tag and and I'm winning cuz he's slow," he said with a grin.

"Huh he's slow is he," Chris said with a glint in his eyes.

"Yup he is,"

"Is this slow," he said as he tickled the little tyke who was in his lap so mercifully.

I didn't want to tear my eyes away from the display it was just so endearing and sweet something that I'd wish to have one day. Just as I was finally about to walk away the little one inquired about me.

"Daddy who's this," he asked with his little eyebrow up wondering who I was.

I looked to Chris who looked at the little one then back to me.

"Mike, this is a friend of Daddy's his name is Phil,"

Then the next thing he did just about made my heart melt. He extended his little hand to me across the table.

"Nice to meet you I'm Michael," he said with such sweetness and politeness. I grab his tiny little hand and gave it a small squeeze. He seemed to notice my attire and he was in awe.

I look over the two and decided to take my leave yet again.

"Are you leaving already," he said to me.

"Yeah," I told him with an apologetic smile.

"Can you stay with me and Daddy a little bit longer pwease," he said as he put his two little hands together pleading.

I looked up at Chris. "If it's okay with your dad I'll stay,"

To my surprise Chris agreed when I surely thought he'd say no. I wondered why little Mike asked me to stay but then I realized it was to ask me a whole bunch of question. Like what my favorite color was,or my favorite food,or when my birthday was. He was this like this never ending little ball of questions. I looked up too see Chris' smile even bigger. Then I realized he probably only wanted me to stay because he thought this like tyke would wear me out. But I like a challenge and I wasn't going anywhere then I realized all that time that had gone by and I realized I did have to go as I noticed all of the other "gangsters" were making there way out to the gorilla position.

"Look I would love to answer more questions Mikey but I got to go out there". I said pointing toward the way to the ring.

"Aww alweady,"

"Yeah,but if you guys are still here when I get back then maybe we can get some ice cream," I said giving Chris a megawatt smile.

"Can we Daddy,"

"I don't know Mike,"

"Pwease daddy can we go with Pwil to get ice cwream," he begged once again.`

l knew a yes would follow because how can you say no to a sweet little kid who wants ice cream.

"Okay fine, yeah we can go". He looked at me. "Just let me take a quick shower and we'll be waiting at gorilla for you."

"Sounds great".

After I finished the gangster's 1940's era entrance to the ring I met them back at the gorilla position as is with a fake tommy gun in hand. I had to return the costume later which was a shame I was kind of liking the threads. Mikey was amazed by the what he had just saw. He just thought it was the coolest thing and I gave the fake firearm too a stagehand passing by. Then I sat the fedora atop Mike's head.

"So you guys ready". I said to both of them they agreed as we left the arena of Wrestlemania not caring that it wasn't over yet.

Chris drove and I directed him too an all night ice cream parlor near where I used to live when I was younger. He was very cautious about the neighborhood because he'd never been here before but I told him it was okay even though he barely even knew me. We got out of the car he got Mike out of his car seat and held his hand as he guided him to the place I hadn't been to in a good while because I was always so busy.

As soon as we walked in Mike made a beeline too the ice cream display to see what kind he wanted. And as he did that Chris took this time to sit me down at a nearby table.

"Listen Punk, what's you're angle here," he whispered. I laughed at the obvious pun that I'm not sure he knew because I don't believe I revealed my ring name yet.

"Angle? There is not angle. Look I saw how sad you were earlier and brighten up when you saw your son and I just thought that was sweet. See you're one of my favorite wrestlers I'm happy I've met you today of all days."

He looked on intently.

"I might be a bit selfish to say I just wanted to spend time with you. And seeing your kid over there he just makes me smile he's quite a bonus if I may say so. I don't think I've ever met a more well behaved...kid",

He must of noticed I was struggling because I was unsure of his age.

"He's three," Chris spoke up. "He'll be four next mouth."

I nodded as we looked in the direction of Michael who was absolutely hypnotized by the different color's of ice cream.

"He looks familiar you know," I told Chris as I gave Mike further inspection as I did realize that I may have seen him before somewhere.

"Maybe he has one of those faces," Chris told me as he crossed him arms. "Look I don't let my son around people I barely know often. I mean for all I know you can be a serial killer.

I laughed at the thought but Chris looked dead serious.

"You don't have too worry I'm not a serial killer I'm just a guy who's try to live his dream".

"And that is,"

"Same as you of course professional wrestler. It's my passion Chris and I know in my heart I'll be where you are one day,"

"I'm sure you will be," Chris said as he was lowing his guard and slightly softening his expression. There was just something calming about the younger man. He didn't know him that was true but it was just something about him that made Chris' relax if even a bit.

Mike walked back over to us with the fedora falling over his tiny face and an ice cream cone in hand.

"Daddy look the nice man gave me a fwee ice cream. I said thank you and did I say he was nice," said the smiling little kid pointing back at the old man behind the counter.

"Oh that's Leo," he told the two men as he waved at the older gentleman. "Isn't he nice he loves kids I've known him since I was one,"

"Daddy,"

"Yes sweetheart,"

"You got ice cweam on you're nose."

"Daddy doesn't have ice cream on his face," he told him as his son put ice cream on the tip of nose.

"You do now Daddy," he said with a smile and Chris laughed for the first time of the night.

A/N: Thanks for reading hope you all like it. I hope I get no negative reviews but whatever right any review means that people are reading. I think I'll introduce Shawn and Jericho in a couple of chapters I'm not sure. What did you all think of Phil, Chris and little Michael.